I have succumbed to this passive sensation,
peacefully falling away.
I am the zombie,
your wish will command me,
laugh as I fall to my knees.
Bring it back,
sing it back,
bring it back, sing it back to me.
I control this empty delusion,
lost in the fire below.
And you come running, your eyes will be open.
Then you come back,
I'll be as you want me,
only so eager to be.
My little song will keep you beside me,
singing your name as I sing.
Bring it back,
sing it back, bring it back, sing it back to me.
Bring it back,
sing it back,
bring it back, sing it back to me.
Come,
come,
come to my sweet melody.
Come,
come,
come to my sweet melody.
You can't help it if you're feeling sensitive,
like fruit hanging right on the tree.
And I feel useless,
don't care what the truth is,
you will be here from the day.
Do you hear me?
Don't try to come near me,
so tired I sleep through the night.
If you desire to lay here beside me,
come to my sweet melody.
Bring it back,
sing it back to me.